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Name: therese
Country: United States
State: New Jersey
Metro: Bergenfield
Birthday: 1/31/1983
Interests: music/musical instruments (guitar), fuzzy-wuzzy animals, comforters & pillows, boardgames, movies, singing, having fun, laughing, nightsky, traveling, massaging, relaxing, tummy-rubbing...lol
Expertise: cooking & being a dork
Occupation: Financial Analyst
Industry: Insurance
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
8/24/2002
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| I'm back writing about the pretty little things that happen in life. Some of course are ugly and worth not mentioning about but that's because if you want to stay positive you sort of want to eliminate those from your mind. Right? Today I woke up and went to work late (that's normal ofcourse). My boss greets me at the door and says "You should've been here at 8:30!" and I replied "Why? What happened at 8:30?" (I'm such an ass sometimes). I sat down and turned on my monitor looked over my pile of work and sighed (can you tell that i love my job?)and I immediately noticed an enclosed envelope w/ my name on it and on top a box wrapped in gold. At this point i was thinking to myself "wow..i'm getting a promotion!!" But wait! what am i being promoted to?" To my least surprise the envelope was a cheap way of saying "thank you" from the company which is currently "celebrating" their 5 years in business and the you ask whats in the box wrapped in gold? A gift of course..a made in china clock that is in a "will-you-marry-me" faux-mahagony box. What the heck did they do this for??? If they were seriously going to give us gifts, damn it should be money!! or maybe an increase in our salary? Something!! But honestly a watch? To what? To make sure that we are congratulated for the long "hours" we spent with our underpaid salary??!! (Can you tell i'm pissed??) [ Breath ] I thought to myself. My time will come, I will fly like an eagle (as Seal would say). That was corny but everything else in life is a bit cornish anyway..so cry me a river (I'm steamed up now!). You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to gym for lunch & on the way I'm going to walk like a maniac!! HAHAH yeah Therese is on fire! Oh well...Live and Learn! | | |
| I headed to work wearing my hot red pants and my boyfriend commented about whether or not I will be dancing the "tinikling" a traditional folk dance. To be honest I was a little caught off guard and I don't think he realizes that if anyone is more conscious about their image, that it would be me! Ever since I was a little girl, my mom always bought clothes for me which means she dressed me up wherever we go. Her fashion taste wasn't up to the nines, in fact I always remembered how horrible i looked with that flowery Sunday dress and white stocking with frilly rainbow ribbons dangling from my pony tail. There was an instance that she made me wear this awful orange shirt to the park and swore I looked fine. However, that wasn't the response I felt from the kids at the park and proof be it that none of the kids wanted me to join manhunt with them. Right then and there I acquired a high self-conscious mind. So I hope he notices that his words are really strong to me. I know he loves to pick on me to see me squirm, to see my reaction, to see if i'd laugh (which i sort of did when we walked this morning after his comment), and to see how I'd handle it. In fact I understand that he means no harm, so I guess I better learn to understand his jokes as that he needs to understand his gf too.
In the end, I will still wear my hot red pants and I'm going to love wearing it :)
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| i noticed how quickly the terms of endearment fades away as the months pass by after the initial courtship between two people. in the beginning he/she usually calls each other telling one another about how much they missed that person or how much they wanted to hear that persons voice. they send "g'morning" text messages on the way to work and text "gnite" before heading to bed. in the beginning when you call them, their tone is elated and filled with a hint of excitement. however, as the days go by and the months rolls on those things slowly fades away. so i wonder, how come? is it because he/she has already won over that person that they've been chasing over ever since they met them? or is it that the mind tells itself that there's no need to do those anymore because its already been established that they "love" you and that they intend to say "Good morning" to you. but i dont like it. i want it to remain the same...so how can one retain it? help. please. | | |
| Why is it that we’re suspicious about something that we don’t have proper and legit support of? Our minds are constantly making these “what if” scenarios about a disaster that “could happen” or that could not happen. And with that, your heart begins to believe with your head and feels its despair. The question is then; how do you know when to listen to your heart or to your head to make that quick judgement? | | |
| This afternoon i found myself humming the Toy's R Us jingle in the ladies bathroom thinking to myself "sighh to be a kid again". There's always this side of me that wants to remain in my childish thoughts, to laugh uncontrollably and to not care what i look like or how i smell because in my head..I'm a kid. Kids never deals with stress or with who they have to play with at the "playground". If somebody bullies you, you strike back with a mean face a fist ready to hit a punch in case anything happens. When you get hurt as a kid, you've always got someone to hush you down like grandma (lola). She knows where to put pressure in her hugs and which side of the forehead to kiss because she's the ultimate loveable grandma. Then when things get sour you felt that for a second when you close your eyes you were gone from it all and in some other place and time. I ask myself sometimes about why i wished to grow up so fast. Why I was such a hurry to be an adult and "work" and have lots and lots of "money". I didn't know that it's not that easy and everyone older than me didn't want to share that uneasy feeling with a kid because deep down I now know that they too wished they were a kid again.
So when I got home today from work, Matt rushed at the door to greet me. His cute cherubic face was just what the doctor would probably have ordered. Seeing him smiling back up at me and excited to see me, almost drew me to tears. I felt emotional not because I saw my brother and that I love him, but because I wished that was me smiling back up to my imaginary older sibling. Me wishing, I didn't felt inferior today at work, that everyone didn't look down at me because I'm young, female, and short. I bid my brother a good night kisses before he heads off to have books read to him about pirates and castles.
Back to reality, being an adult is just another chapter in the book of life. Everyone knows you're going into that direction, its just that no one had a map of it to provide you. Eventually we all got there, we felt a new different kind of emotion and at times we don't always know how to handle it. Dealing with problems comes with experience and if we all stayed in our kid-like state, we wouldn't have a road to go further now would we?
[breathe]
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